RELIGIOUS POEMS. BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. _WITH ILLUSTRATIONS._ [Illustration] BOSTON: TICKNOR AND FIELDS. 1867. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, & CO., CAMBRIDGE. CONTENTS. PAGE ST. CATHERINE BORNE BY ANGELS 1 THE CHARMER 6 KNOCKING 10 THE OLD PSALM TUNE 15 THE OTHER WORLD 19 MARY AT THE CROSS 22 THE INNER VOICE 28 ABIDE IN ME, AND I IN YOU 30 THE SECRET 32 THINK NOT ALL IS OVER 34 LINES TO THE MEMORY OF "ANNIE" 36 THE CROCUS 39 CONSOLATION 41 "ONLY A YEAR" 44 BELOW 47 ABOVE 49 LINES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. STUART 53 SUMMER STUDIES 57 HOURS OF THE NIGHT. I. MIDNIGHT 65 II. FIRST HOUR 68 III. SECOND HOUR 71 IV. THIRD HOUR 74 V. FOURTH HOUR 77 VI. DAY DAWN 85 VII. WHEN I AWAKE I AM STILL WITH THEE 88 PRESSED FLOWERS FROM ITALY. A DAY IN THE PAMFILI DORIA 93 THE GARDENS OF THE VATICAN 102 ST. PETER'S CHURCH 104 THE MISERERE 106 [Illustration] ST. CATHERINE BORNE BY ANGELS.[A] SLOW through the solemn air, in silence sailing, Borne by mysterious angels, strong and fair, She sleeps at last, blest dreams her eyelids veiling, Above this weary world of strife and care. Lo how she passeth!--dreamy, slow, and calm: Scarce wave those broad, white wings, so silvery bright; Those cloudy robes, in star-emblazoned folding, Sweep mistily athwart the evening light. Far, far below, the dim, forsaken earth, The foes that threaten, or the friends that weep; Past, like a dream, the torture and the pain: For so He giveth his beloved sleep. The restless bosom of the surging ocean Gives back the image as the cloud floats o'er, Hushing in glassy awe his troubled motion; For one blest moment he complains no more.